Busch stuggles with the question throughout most of the essay as to how our "things" acquire their value that we bestow upon them. However, she realizes through her own work that not all the value that an object has we ourselves put onto it. For example, a locket passed down from generation to generation has sentimental value. The locket may have been through the Holocaust with your grandmother, then passed to your mother who wore it during the infamous Woodstock music festival. The locket now belongs to you. Sure you cherish it because of what it has been through with the women in your life who love you. But you love it even more because you wore it when you went to your fathers funeral. It is not only a remembrance of your beloved father, but of the exciting adventures it had with your grandmother and mother.
This point that Busch makes I find most convincing because I myself can relate to it. I have a pair of old sunglasses that my grandma gave me when I was younger and I took them with me when I got my scuba diving license in Florida. Not only do I love the glasses because of my grandmother having them during her time in the Russian Ballet, but I also love them because they remind me of swimming with an octopus.
In my own opinion, I agree with most of what Busch has to say. However there is one point that she failed to mention. I believe that sometime people just like objects because they make that person happy. Maybe someone has a favorite orange T-shirt because the color of the shirt always puts them in a good mood.
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